Acid whispers, between full and emptyness, my heart gets rusted but never get ruined. Barbed-wire melodies, switches games with their attributed effects, I'm looking for alchemy with no reason. Contrasts fight and merge, here is my pleasure. Music, escape-purgatory, if only I could never leave this state of mind I have right now, composing again, a music which probably will only be the pleasure of a researches night. Things which doesn't last have a perfection taste that uncertainty makes spicy.

Beyond the flare of noise, behold, listen, this my heart that your hear, dully beating...